After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda walked on the corridor of the Old Palace.

[Damian enters the laboratory. 】 Xiaolan said.

Hilda didn't care: [Oh, this is indeed what Damian would do - it seems that he has noticed something is wrong, I am not surprised at all. 】

[Batman may tell him his identity. 】

【so what? 】She didn't care about this at all, outside the long corridor, there was a black army ready to go, and the smell of gunpowder filled the old palace,【You know what is really important now. 】

[... Is it war? 】

[Anyway, I'm going to cut off my fate. 】She replied, 【The obsession of the old gods, the group of immortal ghosts, whispering in my ears all the time, it annoys me so much, I must... at least temporarily give them a little bit of sweetness taste. 】

【Who is your target?My master. 】

Hilda stretched out her hand to block the skylight falling on her eyelashes: 【...Maybe, Darkseid, the representative of the New Protoss?Or Thanos who rose before? 】

【…】

[I don't want Bruce to know about this. 】Hilda said, 【Damian is too young, I don't think he is suitable for this battle, I hope he can stay on the earth, and it is best for him to stay with his father obediently. 】

【Are you not angry anymore? 】The artificial intelligence asked curiously.

She shook her head: [No, I'm not, I'm still angry, and I expect to be angry for a long time, but this does not affect the things I have arranged now.Me and him, me and Bruce have a long enough time to wrestle with this, one day he will give in, I'm in no rush for that moment...and, I want to see anger, powerlessness, humiliation on his face expression. 】

【…】

[I was reluctant before, but now it is a very good opportunity. 】

She moved her fingertips lightly, and the air twisted slightly. The next moment, the black army disappeared from her eyes——

Hilda clapped her hands: [Okay, it's about the same time now, I guess the father and son should have finished talking even if they have something to say... Let's go back. 】

【What about the food? ] Xiaolan reminded her.

Hilda spread her hands casually, the wind surged silently, and a basket of bread appeared on her wound: [Okay. 】

Xiaolan: […]

[Batman can eat whatever he wants, as long as he is not hungry.When he is full, he will start restless... I don't want to make trouble for myself] Hilda said, "I just need him to have enough physical strength, just enough. 】

For the first time, artificial intelligence realized that his master was actually such a scumbag.

...though he knew it might be half-truth.

Hilda's footsteps were brisk, deliberately not teleporting to the laboratory, but giving the father and son enough time to cultivate their relationship, and at the same time aimlessly thinking about what interesting tricks to play next...

Then, just a second before she was about to open the door of the laboratory, she heard Damian's last words——

"Is my mother the third party?"

Hilda: ?

She doubted her ears a little: [... What did Damian say? 】

[You heard me right, master. 】

Hilda: ...

She couldn't believe it, and immediately opened the door: "Damian, what are you talking about?"

The father and son raised their heads at the same time and looked at her.

Hilda slowed down, she didn't expect that Damian would be coaxed to help take off Batman's helmet.She stared uncertainly at Bruce Wayne's face, feeling that everything was indeed beyond her expectations.

She originally thought that Batman would not be willing to reveal his secret identity to the child Damian.So... this is what he came up with?

She was motionless, completely unaware of the tension in the air.Just staring at Bruce's face slightly moved down, and landed on his undamaged battle suit: ...Although she has accepted this annoying reality intellectually, she looked at this bat armor, and it really is still Very upset...

Damian was terrified: he hadn't noticed his mother was outside the door at all!

He was a little panicked by being caught, and subconsciously hid the bat helmet in his hand behind his back: "...Mother? When did you come?"

"Just when you asked him if I was the mistress." Hilda didn't save him at all.

Damian was a little overwhelmed.

"Hilda," Bruce began softly, "he's just a kid. . . . I'm never married, Damian, and I've never been with anyone else when I was with your mother."

Damian's affection for his father increased a little.

——For the sake of his attitude at the moment, Damian thought awkwardly, it is not impossible for him to say something nice for his mother.At least not to let him continue... hanging here like a prisoner.

"Damian," Hilda said, deliberately ignoring Bruce's words, "who gave you permission to have contact with this prisoner? Who gave you permission to remove his helmet?"

"..." Damian immediately sold his father: "It's him! He said he was my father, and he said that his face can prove our blood relationship!"

Caught off guard, Bruce: "..."

"So..." Damian said hesitantly, his eyes flickering, "Mother, is he really my father?"

Hilda glanced at Bruce: "Why do you ask? You want him to be your father?"

"He does look like me." Damian said without realizing that there was something wrong with the guest-of-honor relationship.

"Didn't I say that?" Hilda walked towards the boy, "He is your father's substitute, if he doesn't look like your father, can he still be called a substitute?"

——It’s really a four-and-a-half answer.

Damian opened his mouth, but a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes involuntarily: "...Really?"

But he wants to legally inherit the bat armor and helmet.

He was a little unhappy, so he turned his head and looked at Bruce angrily: "How dare you lie to me!"

"...Hilda!" Bruce said helplessly, "We need to have a good talk..."

"Damian," Hilda didn't look at Bruce, but said to the boy lightly, "Go out for a while."

"why?"

"No reason." She replied, "You go out first."

Damian reluctantly closed his mouth, and he moved slowly towards the door, holding the bat helmet tightly in his hand at the same time.

Hilda crossed her arms: "Put down the helmet."

Damian: "..."

He didn't dare to lose his temper with Hilda, so he could only give Bruce an indignant look, put down his helmet, and ran out quickly.

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Hilda sighed, then turned to look at Bruce: "...So, what are you talking about?"

"Talk about our relationship," Bruce said slowly, flashing her a charming smile - he knew Hilda liked the way he looked.

Hilda really liked it.

In the next second, the bat armor all over his body was completely shattered, barely staying on his body in a highly battle-damaged appearance.

Bruce took a breath and looked at Hilda: "...!"

"It's an eyesore." Hilda explained casually. She took a chair and sat down facing him. She raised her legs and looked like a big guy. She almost had a glass of red wine in her hand, "... come on. Come on, let's talk."

Bruce endured for a while: "I know you hope that there is only Bruce in this world, but it's impossible..."

As soon as he finished saying this, a piece of the shattered bat armor fell off. Although it wasn't a key part, he was still stuck.

Hilda looked regretful: "...It's a pity that the piece I wanted to see the most was not lost."

Bruce took a breath: "Hilda, I really want to have a good talk with you."

"Then say something sweet," Hilda said with a faint smile on her lips, "After all, your body is in my hands."

"...I can't give up the Batman business."

Another armor fragment.

on his thigh.

Bruce: "...you don't want to talk to me at all, do you?"

"I just enjoy the feeling of unwrapping presents." Hilda spread her hands innocently, "Believe it or not, everything is random. It's like a classic Russian gambling...you never know what the next shot will be." No bullets."

Bruce took a breath, he closed his eyes, then opened them, and gave Hilda a Brucey smile: "...don't do this, Hilda, we haven't seen each other for a long time, you don't want to get close to me A little? Don't you want to...kiss me?"

Hilda paused.

She stared at Bruce, seemed a little shaken, and slowly lowered her legs.

"I miss you very much." He continued to seduce her, "During the week you were away, I missed you every day, all the time...Wayne Manor is full of traces of you, especially on our bed...You Have you ever thought about what I was thinking and doing when I was lying in bed alone in those days?"

Hilda took a breath: "...Miss me?"

"Yeah, thinking of you." Brucey said, blue eyes watching her affectionately, "Thinking of you, and then..."

He stopped.

Hilda was a little anxious: "Huh?"

"My hand hurts." He whispered, and suddenly changed the subject, "...I've been tied up for too long, why are you doing this to me, Hilda?"

She did not answer.

"I don't blame you," he lowered his eyes, turning into the melancholy little prince who needs her coaxing, "I am willing to be handcuffed here by you, and I am willing to stay by your side forever... I only have one request "He raised his eyes and stared deeply at her, "...kiss me and let me know that you still love me, okay?"

Hilda exhaled, stood up, strode towards Bruce, hooked his head in his expectant eyes, and kissed him.

"...you always know how to deal with me." Between the kisses, she gritted her teeth like this.

"It's you who are willing to give me the chance to never be rejected." Bruce coaxed in a low voice.

Hilda sneered: "So this is the final answer you gave me?"

"...no," he said, panting, "not Bruce, and not Batman, I'll give you Bruce Wayne back... ok?"

Hilda was startled, and subconsciously grabbed his neck: "What do you mean?"

Bruce didn't care, he leaned forward, kissed the corner of her lips lightly, and said hoarsely: "...that's what you think, let's take a step back, how about it?"

He had no choice, and that might be the only answer they could both accept.